Conversations about Tibet, metasearch – there seems to be nothing but search search & metasearch in the exhibition hall here – including bookmarking, crazy careers, languages – ancient greek, latin, french, hebrew etc – while a heated conversation was going on to my left in German “es gibt kein TangibleOutcomes!” of which the end, we were relieved to hear was agreement that there was no problem.

Dinner followed by a walk around some back streets where I could feel a faint red glow in my peripheral vision, but during which I kept my eyes firmly on the path in front of me and carefully examining the canal water with only the occasional glimpse of UV-lit underwear and naked flesh – honest – Piers, Sari and I all managed to resist the chap who muttered “cokecstaseee” as he passed.

I’m mostly just amazed at how much English is spoken here – not just by the drunken scousers stumbling by the canal, but by all and it seems quite willingly, not omigodanotherbunchofbrits as in some parts of Europe – I like to believe that they know how excruciatingly embarrassed we are not to be able to speak or understand their language and are being very nice.

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